Insomnia
Being awake when the world is at rest Is probably the worst of life's many tests Lying awake in the dead of the night With a thousand thoughts that shine so bright Haunted by memories of a past so wild Cigarette smoke lingers in the breeze so mild The minutes keep ticking over on the clock And overthinking everything is barely a shock The flickering TV is just a tiny distraction Still unable to sleep, regardless of the action So many problems and so few solutions The silence of night in complete dissolution The days are long and the nights even longer With every second, the pain gets stronger Day in, day out it’s the same cold routine An endless looping of the same old scene It’s sad but true; there’s no rest for the weary Only vexing inhibitions that make you teary Insomnia is a curse, it's so dark and unkind It's hell on the body and even worse on the mind